Ryan turned sharply. “You reviewed it?”
“You asked me to,” I replied. “You thought someone was stealing from the account.”
His expression collapsed.
The truth was, Ryan had called me three weeks earlier because money had started disappearing from the small marketing company he and Chelsea ran together. He thought it was a vendor issue. I suggested hiring a forensic accountant. Chelsea argued against it, saying it was unnecessary and insulting.
That was the first warning sign.
The accountant uncovered hotel charges, luxury purchases, and transfers to an account under Trevor’s consulting company. When I requested documentation from the hotel through our attorney, the security images matched the dates.
Chelsea looked around the room, searching for support.
“This is disgusting,” she said. “You investigated me on your birthday?”
“No,” I said. “I investigated missing money from my son’s company.”
Ryan’s voice broke. “Was Trevor being paid from our account?”
